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(NOTE: This story is based on a current event at the time of this writing, namely the one regarding the "finger in the Wendy's chili" case. This fictional story is for entertainment purposes only and is not intended to predict a verdict or sentence in the currently-pending case).

Things were not going well for Anna. Her scheme to defraud Wendy's Hamburgers by filing a fradulent lawsuit claiming that she "found" a finger in a cup of Wendy's chili she was dining on had unraveled. But despite the trouble she was in, she did not seem worried. She had even smiled and waved to cameras outside the courthouse while sporting her jail-issued orange jumper on several occasions, confident that she would be vindicated.

But the day came when the verdict was to be read. Guilty on all counts! One week later, Anna was brought back to court for her sentencing. Eight years in a women's correctional facility plus a $100,000 fine plus other restitution to be decided at a later time. The latter gave Anna a slight bit of worry. She had no idea what sort of "restitution" was to be expected. She would be enlightened shortly.

Instead of a holding cell to await transport to her new home for 8 years, Anna was escorted by a female bailiff to an isolated room in another part of the courthouse. The room sort of looked like a medical examining room. But it also had what looked like a barber chair. The female bailiff handed her a gown normally worn by patients in hospitals, ordered her to disrobe and put the gown on. Anna reluctantly did as told and handed her orange jumper and undergarments to the bailiff. Then Anna was pointed to a chair by the back wall and told to sit and wait.

Anna and the bailiff played a staring game for about twenty minutes when several figures walked in. One Anna recognized was the presiding judge in her trial. Another female bailiff was present as was a bespecled woman in a white coat with her dark brown hair pulled back tightly in a bun. And the final figure Anna did not recognize was a gentleman in a dark tailored suit.

The judge began with, "Anna Ayala, part of your sentence includes restitution to be decided at a later time. Part of your restitution has been decided and will take place right now. I find it only fitting that this phase of restitution be administered by this gentleman to my left."

"Wh-who is he?" inquired Anna nervously.

"Oh, come now, Anna," retorted the man, "You should know my name by now. But I'll do you the courtesy of refreshing your memory. I'm Jack Schuessler, CEO of Wendy's. Your shenanigans have caused me and my company a lot of grief, not to mention millions in lost revenue and a number of employees having to be downsized. His honor has allowed me to decide on some restitution that will be required of you. So I've decided that before you are transported to prison, you need to be properly prepared for prison life."

"H-h-how do you mean?" Anna's eyes were widening.

"You'll soon find out. Bailiffs, if you will, please." The burly female bailiffs grabbed Anna and strapped her into the stirrups, legs spread wide open and arms strapped down. She looked as if she was about to give birth. But Schuessler had other plans as he addressed the bespecled woman.

"Ms. Davis, I understand that lice can be a problem in correctional facilities."

"That's true, Mr. Schuessler. That's why I recommend that all new inmates undergo hair removal before being transported to their facilities. We'll start with the pubic region."

"Does that sound good to you, Anna?" But Anna didn't answer Mr. Schuessler; tears started to well up in her eyes at the thought of her nether region being denuded.

"Right, then, we'll get started." Ms. Davis lifted Anna's gown to expose a large mound of pubic hair. "My, that's a large, unkempt bush. But not to worry. We'll get you all cleaned up." She popped on the clippers and went to work reducing her pubes to tiny stubble. "Right, now that we've got it more manageable, we'll start the electrolysis."

"WHAT?" shrieked Anna

"Well, you can't have your pubic hair growing back while in prison, and you certainly can't shave it yourself or have the prison barber do it. So electrolysis is the only answer. Now just relax. The less you struggle, the quicker we'll get this over with." Anna was starting to sob uncontrollably by this time.

"Thought you were going to get off easy, eh, bitch?" jeered Mr. Schuessler, "This'll teach you not to pull this kind of crap."

"I'LL SUE! I'LL SUE ALL OF YOU!" threatened Anna.

"Still with the lawsuits, eh, Anna? Come on, now! Your credibility has been shot to hell! Even the biggest scumbag of a lawyer wouldn't touch any case of yours. Besides, if the media got a hold of such a story, what are you going to do? Show them your bare snatch? Now why don't you just relax and accept your fate. Ms. Davis, you may begin."

Ms. Davis went to work, methodically removing for all time all the hair follicles from Anna's pubic region. Anna screamed in pain, all the while cursing her captors. But the pain got to the point where Anna finally passed out. Ms. Davis continued until she was finished.

Anna came to a couple of hours later with a feeling of soreness between her legs.

"Ah, welcome back to consciousness, Anna," exclaimed Mr. Schuessler. "Ms. Davis, excellent job you've done on her. Bet her crotch looks like it did when she was 10 years old."

Anna started to sob again, embarassed by all the attention her permanently-denuded crotch was drawing.

"OK, Ms. Davis, you are dismissed. We can take matters from here. Thanks for your assistance." Ms. Davis gathered her equipment and exited. Mr. Schuessler instructed the female bailiffs to release Anna from the bondage of the stirrups and escort her to the barber chair. Her arms and legs were bound to the chair and a cape thrown around her. Anna then realized what was coming next.

"Well, Anna, this frizzy mop of hair of yours can be quite a breeding ground for lice. We'll have to do something about that. Bailiffs, go to work." The bailiffs worked quickly to gather Anna's hair into a ponytail and slice through it, leaving a short rough mess. Anna continued sobbing but realized that there was nothing she could do but resign herself to her fate. One bailiff popped on clippers with a #2 guard and pushed it down the middle of Anna's head. Her dry, frizzy hair floated down and piled onto the cape. The clippers made their way all around Anna's head, leaving her wih a brush cut. The #2 was replaced with a #1 and the whole process was repeated. Then the clippers were ran with no guard, finally leaving Anna with only a bit of stubble all over her head.

But the bailiffs were not finished. One began lathering Anna's head with hot shaving foam while the other sharpened the straight razor. Then the other bailiff began scraping away the foam and stubble on Anna's head. The bailiff checked for rough spots and decided to lather up Anna again and repeat until Anna had a bare white dome. Anna was relieved that it was over...or so she thought.

One bailiff decided that the prison barber had enough work to do with the inmates already in the prison, so she decided to use a depilatory on Anna so that no hair would appear on Anna's head for at least four months. The other bailiff agreed and helped apply the depilatory all over Anna's head. Anna screamed as the burning sensation kicked in. Then after about five minutes, the bailiffs wiped away the lotion and the dead hair roots. Then they applied some polish to give her head a nice sheen, with one of them commenting that Anna will be particularly fetching to the bulldykes already in the joint. After the job was completed, Anna was turned around to face Mr. Schuessler.

"Well, Anna, I guess you won't be having a problem with lice during your incarceration. You'll probably be attracting the attention of some of the more degenerate elements in the facility, however. Don't know how you feel about that, but it doesn't matter. Some of those ladies can get rather nasty if you reject their advances, I hear. So you might want to cooperate."

"You--you bastard! Look what you did to me! I look like a freak!" shouted Anna. "Rot in hell, you bastard!"

"Anna, I would do a quick attitude adjustment if I were you! I can fix it so prison life will be even more miserable than it's already going to be for you. And if you ever cross swords with me again, I can insure that your current hairstyle will be permanent. I'll have Ms. Davis come back with her electrolysis equipment. So I suggest you keep your nose clean."

And with that, Anna was robed, shackled, and escorted to the waiting bus that would take her to her new home. She reached up to her denuded scalp, still having difficulty believing that her hair was gone, perhaps to remain so during her 8 year prison term. And what of her new life in prison. The other inmates would surely give her a hard time about her new look, not counting the dykes that would be attracted to that sort of thing. She would surely be forced into a lesbian relationship, perhaps be kept bald by a potential lover. One thing was for sure; her life was about to change and there wasn't anything she could do about it, with or without regrets.

THAT'S ALL, FOLKS!

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